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Inept
oysters defeat me
and years inks little hopes
any rose without enemies
like instructions for melancholy
that make us perfectly happy
but whisper some hard word
just as we go
Poems on the topic: oyster
Poems on the topic “oyster” on Poets.by.
Sand bar
sand is good and simple
the only thing like a thing
since the wine bar oysters
brought me to bed
Student days
books were my oysters
and with little money
I was content to wear a gown
indoors all day
and go out with my legs
into the cold
Rising sea level
The land is charging the sea
interest for the growing debt,
this diminution—
oysters in the office
the sea terms a bed.
Oysterous
I took a barrel of oysters
and observed how they cry:
An Indian sold the moon.
Men were hanged for a dog
fouling the bed. All night
I dream that my wife
made me ill.
Pearls
An oyster’s
answer to a tear—
I choose one for
my wife and one,
like so much in
my mind, to keep
to myself.
Beach bum
A seal came
for the oysters—
a good, broad bed—
and stayed
to stir sand.
Force of Habit
How to know all my habits?
Strange creatures
with a kind of love.
Oysters, which eat to understand:
water is a spice,
and the surgeon and his wife
work in my bed.
Ad Man
In a bed of oysters
I am secure as death
and in the arms of a severe knight
I find sure sales,
there being nothing
in any man’s mind
but the pleasure of loss.
Bibliophile
I had an oyster busy as a rose,
a pleasant room bigger
than a broke-open safe:
a great large book.
Medicine
Wind among the sands.
I eat oysters all afternoon,
walk to keep myself from clock and caudle.
Correspondent
Letters came by ox and dove, good as oysters.
After dinner I wrote a great many letters.
After that, I slept, God forgive me!
After that, I walked, talking.
After that I sat.
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